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Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body Why, love, I say !-madam !-sweet-heart !-Upon a rapier's point:Stay, Tybalt, stay!
why, bride! Romeo, I come! this do I drink'to thee. What, not a word ?-you take your pennyworths [She throws herself upon the bed. now;
Sleep for a week ; for the next night, I warrant, SCENE IV.-CAPULET's hall.
The county Paris hath set up his rest,
That you shall rest but little.—God forgive me, Enter Lady CAPULET and Nurse.
(Marry, and amen!) how sound is she asleep! La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch I needs must wake her:--Malam, madam, mamore spices, nurse.
dam! Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the Ay, let the county take
your bed; pastry.
He'll fright you up, i'faith.-Will it not be ?
What, drest! and in your clothes ! and down Enter CAPULET.
again! Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock I must needs wake you :-Lady! lady! lady! hath crow'd,
Alas! alas !--Help! help! my lady's dead ! -
Enter Lady CAPULET.
La. Cap. What noise is here?
La. Cap. What is the matter?
Nurse. Look, look ! O heavy day! Le. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in La. Cap. O me, O me!--my child, my only life, your time;
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! But I will watch you from such watching now.
Help, help!- call help. [Ereunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. Cup. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood !-Now,
Enter CAPULET. fellow,
Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth: her lord What's there?
Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack Enter Servants, with spits, lors, and baskets.
the day! I Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know
La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's not what.
dead, she's dead. Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit 1 Serv.] Cap. Ha ! let me see her :-Out, alas! she's -Sirrah, fetch drier logs;
cold; Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff ;
2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, Life and these lips have long been separated : And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Erit. Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Cap. 'Mass, and well said ; A merry whore- Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. son! ha,
Accursed time! unfortunate old man !
[Music within. Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make
me wail, Nurse !-Wife!—what, ho!- what, nurse, I say! Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. Enter Nurse.
Enter Friar Laurence and Paris, with Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;
Musicians. I'll go and chat with Paris :-Hie, make haste, Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? Make haste ! the bridegroom he is come already : Cap. Ready to go, but never to return: Make haste, I say!
[Exeunt. O son, the night before thy wedding day
Hath death lain with thy bride :-See, there she SCENE V.-JULIET's chamber; Juliet on
lies, the bed.
Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
Death is my son-in-law, death is
My daughter he hath wedded ! I will die, Nurse. Mistress !—what, mistress !-Juliet! And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's. _fast, I warrant her, she:
Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's Why, lamb --why, lady!- fye, you slug-a- face, bed !
And doth it give me such a sight as this?
For so he said he would. I hear him near :-/
La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hate- Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, putup, put up; ful day!
For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw
[Erit Nose. In lasting labour of his pilgrimage !
1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, amended. But one thing to rejoice and solace in, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight.
Enter PETER. Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, wofül day! Pet. Musicians, O musicians, Heart's ease, Most lamentable day! most woful day, heart's ease: 0, an you will have me live, play That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
-heart's O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
1 Mus. Why heart's ease? Never was seen so black a day as this:
Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself O woful day, 0 woful day!
plays—My heart is full of woe : 0, play me Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spited, some merry dump, to comfort me. slain!
2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play Most détestable death, by thee beguild, By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown !
Pet. You will not then ? oʻlove! O life !—not life, but love in death! 2 Mus. No. Cap. Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr'd, Pet. I will then give it you soundly. kill'd!
1 Mus. What will you give us ? Uncomfortable time! why cam’st thou now Pet. No money, on my faith ; but the gleek; To murder murder our solemnity ?
I will give you the minstrel. O child ! O child !--my soul, and not my child !- 1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving. Dead art thou, dead !--alack ! my child is dead; creature. And with my child, my joys are buried ! Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure dagger on your pate. I'will carry no crotchets: lives not
I'll re you, I'll fa you: Do you note me? In these confusions. Heaven and yourself 1 Mus. An you're us, and fa us, you note es, Had part in this fair maid ; now heaven hath all, 2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and And all the better is it for the maid :
put out your wit. Your part in her you could not keep from death; Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my The most you sought was—her promotion ; iron dagger :- Answer me like men: For 'twas your heaven she should be advanc'd: And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd,
When griping grief the heart doth round, Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? And doleful dumps the mind oppress, 0, in this love, you love your child so ill,
Then music, with her silver sound; That you run mad, seeing that she is well: She's not well married, that lives married long; Why, silver sound ? why, music with her silver But she's best married, that dies married young. sound ? Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary What say you, Simon Catling ? On this fair corse ; and, as the custom is,
1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet In all her best array bear her to church : sound. For though fond nature bids us all lament, Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians Cap. All things, that we ordained festival, sound for silver. Turn from their office to black funeral:
Pet. Pretty too!–What say you, James SoundOur instruments, to melancholy bells ;
post ? Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast; 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change ; Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, I will say for you. It is—music with her silver And all things change them to the contrary. sound, because such fellows as you have seldon
Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with gold for sounding :And go, sir Paris ; every one prepare
Then music, with her silver sound, To follow this fair corse unto her grave:
With speedy help doth lend redress. The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill ;
[Erit singing Move them no more, by crossing their high will.
[Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same? and Friar.
2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; 1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner.
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, SCENE I.-Mantua. A street.
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses,
Were thinly scatter’d, to make up a show.
Noting this penury, to myself I said-
What, ho! apothecary!
poor ; Enter BALTHASAR.
Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have
As violently, as hasty powder fir’d
Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's And her immortal part with angels lives;
law I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault, Is death, to any he that utters them. And presently took post to tell it you:
Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretched O pardon me for bringing these ill news,
ness, Since you did leave it for my office, sir. And fear’st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
Rom. Is it even so ? then i defy you, stars !– Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes, Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and Upon thy back hangs ragged misery, paper,
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law : And hire post-horses ; I will hence to-night. The world affords no law to make thee rich;
Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus: Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Some misadventure.
Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd ;
Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will, Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do: And drink it off'; and, if you had the strength Hast thou no letters to me from the friar ? Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight. Bal. No, my good lord.
Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's Rom. No matter ; Get thee gone,
souls, And hire those horses ; I'll be with thee straight. Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
[Exit Balthasar. Than these poor compounds that thou may'st Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.
not sell : Let's see for means :-0, mischief ! thou art swift I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. To enter in the thoughts of desperate men ! Farewell ; buy food, and get thyself in flesh. I do remember an apothecary,
Come, cordial, and not poison ; go with me And hereabouts he dwells, --whom late I noted To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Ereunt. Culling of simples; meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones ; And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
SCENE II.-Friar Laurence's cell. An alligator stuff'd, and other skins Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves
Enter Friar John. A beggarly account of empty boxes,
John. Holy Franciscan friar ! brother, ho!
The boy gives warning, something doth approach. Enter Friar LAURENCE.
What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, Lau. This same should be the voice of friar To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites? John.
What, with a torch !-muffe me, night, a while. Welcome from Mantua : What says Romeo ?
[ Retires. Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out,
Enter Romeo and BALTHASAR with a torch, One of our order, to associate me,
mattock, &c. Here in this city visiting the sick,
Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenchAnd finding him, the searchers of the town,
ing iron. Suspecting that we both were in a house Hold, take this letter ; early in the morning Where the infectious pestilence did reign, See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Sealed up the doors, and would not let us forth; Give me the light: Upon thy life I charge thee, So that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d. Whate'er thou hear’st or seest, stand all aloof,
Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ? And do not interrupt me in my course.
Juhn. I could not send it,-here it is again,- Why I descend into this bed of death, Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
Is, partly, to behold my lady's face : So fearful were they of infection.
But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger Lau. Unhappy fortune ! by my brotherhood, A precious ring; a ring, that I must use The letter was not nice, but full of charge, In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:Of dear import ; and the neglecting it
But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry May do much danger : Friar John, go hence ; In what I further shall intend to do, Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, Unto my cell.
And strew this hungry churchyard with thy John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
[Erit. The time and my intents are savage-wild; Lau. Now must I to the monument alone; More fierce, and more inexorable far, Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake; Than empty tygers, or the roaring sea. She will beshrew me much, that Romeo
Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. Hath had no notice of these accidents :
Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship.But I will write again to Mantua,
Take thou that : And keep her at my cell till Romeo come ; Live, and be prosperous ; and farewell, good Poor living corse, clos’d in a dead man's tomb! fellow.
[Erit. Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout;
His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. SCENE III.- A church-yard ; in it, a monument
Retires. belonging to the CAPULETS.
Rom. Thou détestable maw, thou womb of
death, Enter Paris, and his Page, bearing flowers
Gorg’d with the dearest morsel of the earth, and a torch.
Thus I enforce thy rotten jairs to open, Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and [Breaking open the door of the monument, stand aloof;
And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food ! Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montagte, Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along, That murder'd my love's cousin ; - with which Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; grief, So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, It is supposed, the fair creature died, (Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,) And here is come to do some villainous shame But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him.As signal that thou hear’st something approach.
(Advances. Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. Stop thy urhallow'd toil, vile Montague ;
Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death? Here in the churchyard ; yet I will adventure. Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee :
[Retires. Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy Rom. I must indeed, and therefore came I bridal bed :
hither.Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, The perfect model of eternity;
Fly hence and leave me ;-think upon the se Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain,
gone; Accept this latest favour at my hands; Let them affright thee.- I beseech thee, youth, That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, Heap not another sin upon my head, With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb! By urging me to fury :-0, be gone !
[The boy whistles. By heaven, I love thee better than myself:
For I come hither arm'd against myself : Here's to my love !--[Drinks.] 0, true apothe-
[Dies. And do attach thee as a felon here. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me ? then have at Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, Friar thee, boy.
LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade. Page. O lord! they fight: I will go call the Fri. Saint Francis be iny speed ! how oft towatch.
[Exit Page. night Par. 0, I am slain ! [Falls. ]—If thou be Have my old feet stumbled at graves !- Who's merciful,
there? Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies. Who is it, that consorts, so late, the dead ?
Rom. In faith I will :-Let me peruse this Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris ! Fri. 'Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my What said my man, when my betossed soul
friend, Did not attend him as we rode? I think, What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light He told me, Paris should have married Juliet : To grubs and eyeless sculls ? as I discern, Said he not so? or did I dream it so ?
It burneth in the Capels' monument. Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
Bul. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my To think it was so ?-0, give me thy hand,
Fri. Who is it?
[Laying Paris in the monument. Bal. I dare not, sir :
[Advances. 0, what more favour can I do to thee,
Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains Than with that hand, that cut thy youth in The stony entrance of this sepulchre ?twain,
What mean these masterless and gory swords To sunder his, that was thine enemy?
To lie discolour’d by this place of peace ? Forgive me, cousin !-Ah, dear Juliet,
[Enters the monument. Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe Romeo ! O, pale !-Who else? what, Paris too? That unsubstantial death is amorous;
And steep'd in blood?--Ah, what an unkind hour And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Is guilty of this lamentable chance ! Thee here in dark to be his paramour ?
The lady stirs. [Juliet wakes and stirs. For fear of that, I will still stay with thee; Jul, Ó, comfortable friar, where is my lord ? And never from this palace of dim night I do remember well where I should be, Depart again; here, here will I remain And there I am:-Where is my Romeo ? With worms that are thy chamber-maids; 0,
[Noise within. here
Fri. I hear some noise.-Lady, come from Will I set up my everlasting rest ;
that nest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep; From this world-wearied flesh.--Eyes, look your A greater Power than we can contradict last!
Hatb thwarted our intents; come, come away : Arms, take your last embrace ! and lips, O you Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss And Paris too; come, I'll dispose of thee A dateless bargain to engrossing death !- Among a sisterhood of holy nuns : Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! Stay not to question, for the watch is coming ; Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on Come, go, good Juliet,-[Noise again.] I dare The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark !
stay no longer.
[Exit. VOL. II.